Here we are in Catania for New Year's Eve last year. 2 versions, one for busy, important people, and the longer one for everybody who got tired and went to bed before midnight last night.
If you watch the uncut piece on top, note the high-pitched, nervous squeals in the background after the countdown. I'm pretty sure it's me. Since I'd always spent the new year at Michele's mom's I didn't know about the tradition of breaking the empty champagne bottles in the middle of the piazza. I thought we were being bombed.
Buon Anno a Tutti.
